The music stopped playing and the radio started crackling.
STOP THE VEHICLE.
DO NOT STEP OUT OF THE VEHICLE.
*Shit, that sounds official*, I thought and pulled the truck over before killing the engine. The message continued.
CLOSE YOUR EYES.
*What the hell?*
DO NOT LOOK AT THE ROAMERS.
THEY *WILL* ATTACK.
In just seconds, my heart felt like it had stopped beating before accelerating to a drum roll. It had to be some sort of prank, and yet I closed my eyes.
KEEP YOUR EYES CLOSED.
THE ROAMERS WILL BE GONE SOON.
I heard breathing inside the vehicle. Something slithering against the leather of my seats, breathing slowly.
I held my breath. My eyes were begging me to look, to see and fight- I clenched them shut tightly. *Listen to the radio*, I told myself.
*This must be the Government talking to you, and you'd better listen.*
The breathing inched closer with every second, and whatever this thing was, that Roamer, wasn't against the leather anymore. I could hear it and feel it on the denim of my jeans.
The breathing got louder.
I was still holding my breath, but I had to let go at some point. I just didn't want to scare whatever was crawling on me. Things are unpredictable when they get scared.
A few more seconds of that slow, steady, uncomfortably close breathing passed. The rubbing continued on up to my shirt, then my arm and shoulder.
I could feel its weight pressing me down into my seat...
I inhaled. Loudly.
CONGRATULATIONS. THE ROAMERS ARE GONE.
I opened my eyes. I was alone.
YOU WILL NOT DISCUSS THIS EVENT.
YOU WILL FORGET THIS EVENT.
Outside the vehicle, something seemed to slither away. I turned my eyes to the road and got the truck moving again.
*Nothing just happened. Already forgot about it*, I told myself.